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Trying to understand the enormity of life, at least in this moment.
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A stick in the sky,shy, I try to pry. It stays, firm, with a tussle in the leavesnothing perceptible falls. Hey, smalls!no one would ever call me. my american thighs squish wide on the seat, full flat. Legs, double the hand-drawn sticksI try to draw. Thicken here, share there, look at that line so static,…
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I feel like I am in my 40s in all of the right ways. My appreciation for tea is high – it makes me drink water. Some people just seem to know to drink water, like an internal alarm goes off that says ‘drink water’, and it isn’t questioned. Often, I forget to drink water,…
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Poof. Aloof I go, again. Away from a truth you hold, Yeah right, I’m not sold. I lack the fight to argue on point To ace a hole in one, To throw the ball in your arms, To catch that fly, No thanks, I’ll remain shy To your charms while you tell me to bear…
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A tulip in a rose garden hits thorns stands too tall looks too polished, and in all the wrong ways when wilted withers bows down. *** Hey tulip keep it together. Even if you try to show thorns thank the rose stem.
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A tension arises as I look downwardFeeling less than romantic staring at the azure dot in the fold of the foamThat I can simply let go of someone telling methat I am, again Too much of a debby downer. Well, okay, they didn’t say that explicitly to me, I just read it in the seeming…
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I don’t want to be part of this nation-stateone I am not fromone where the people from hereget disappointed if you didn’t go to school in the area One, where even people who are from herebut don’t go to the right school in the areadon’t get attention because they don’t have people in high places…
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I pulled an article out of a binder from my graduate school days. When I lived in Atlanta, I purchased binders and a three-hole punch and crunched a few thousand pages and assembled them. Knowing I couldn’t access many of these articles that, in retrospect, shifted my consciousness, I decided it was necessary to archive…
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All I can say about 2017 is I need a major nap. Fragmenting, exhilarating, and exhausting immediately come to mind. If there is something that I need to work on, it is not pushing people away with my silence. Sometimes I become mute when I feel extreme anxiety, even if I am comfortable behind a…
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Vulnerability, trust, assuming good intentions from others, and generally opening up to people still is difficult to this day. I feel vacant when I read about another massacre, another outgrowth of this item I forgot to embrace. I go out quietly, rarely impinging on my surroundings. When I participate, I feel thin, tin like, whinny…
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I have an impossible time opening up to many women identified cis-women over the past few years. It has especially been hard with women who scream that they are the biggest and best feminists, or that a vagina is the main identifier of womanhood, or that thrive on gossip. Usually those who are loudest look…
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